All I Have To Do Is Dreeeeeeeeeeeeam...
I very rarely remember my dreams. I'm sure I have dreams; they say that without dreams, a human would go completely insane. I don't think I'm completely
insane yet. But for whatever reason, I have no memory of what I dream -- I perceive no passage of time between when I fall asleep, and when I wake up the next morning. There are probably very good reasons why I keep my subconscious on a short leash.
Last night, I fell asleep while watching Club Dread. My wife rented it for me, because it was by the makers of Super Troopers, and I had liked that. (Super Troopers was incredibly stupid, and yet had a lot of funny bits in it. Club Dread., from the hour or so that I saw, was just stupid.) I had a dream, and I recalled it upon awakening.
Possibly because Q woke me up while it was in progress. It's all her fault. Good thing I love her.
Anyway, in my dream, I was in the movie, and found these bizarre clues that could have determined who the killer was. (I still have no idea.) At the same time, in the dream, I was watching the movie -- and it had commercial breaks. One of them was a commercial for a new type of Hot Pockets™ which were stuffed with cicadas.
This is why I don't usually allow myself to remember my dreams. It is also a good demonstration of why, when one does remember their dreams, they ought to just keep them to themselves...
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